With A Little Help From My Friends

Disclaimer: Gakuen Alice and anything related to it do not belong to me, but Higuchi Tachibana.

"I'm not on my feet."

"When the doctor said to take it easy, I don't think that included a stroll in the park."

"I'm currently sitting down." Mikan patted the worn wood of her bench fondly. It was a very comfy bench.

Tsubasa huffed. "Iincho's turns his back away from you for a moment and you manage to escape." He motioned toward the shadows in front of them due to the high afternoon sun, "I had to use my Shadow Alice to find you."

Mikan frowned and reached for her purse. "You could have called," she replied, withdrawing her cellphone from her purse and pointedly dangling it in front of his face.

After a moment of stunned silent, Tsubasa planted himself in defeat beside Mikan on her bench. He slumped on the bench. He was not sulking.

This was Mikan Sakura. Naturally, she made everything even the simplest tasks could become difficult around her.

Mikan hummed thoughtfully, leaning against him. The warmth of her shoulder bled into his arm, making him involuntarily relax. "Thank you for worrying."

"Tch, you should name your kid after me then."

Mikan clutched her swollen belly, her shoulder quivering against his as she giggled. "He'll kill you."

"Who wouldn't want to be named after me?" Tsubasa threw an arm around her petite frame, pulling her close into a loose embrace. He smiled into her russet hair. "I'll be the best godfather this kid will ever have. It's basically a requirement to be named after me at this point."

A low voice from behind him growled, "Over my dead body."

"Uh." Tsubasa froze. He was the unborn kid's godparent for barely a day and he was already getting death threats.

From the father of the aforementioned kid, no less.

"Hey," Mikan grinned as Natsume sat on her other side.

Natsume made it a point to bat Tsubasa's arm away from her and replace it with his. He pulled her close, his hand a comforting warmth around her body. He squeezed her shoulders, his eyes skimming her frame for any noticeable discomfort.

Mikan was unbearably lucky to have this man in her life. She briefly touched the back of his hand with her fingers and smiled reassuringly. "You didn't have to check up on me."

"It's a nice day," Natsume stated lamely. He tightened his arm around her, his other hand straying to rest his palm against her stomach.

The baby gave a kick.

Natsume sent an appreciative smile toward her belly before pointedly glaring at Tsubasa, "I didn't want any unwanted stress to occur."

Tsubasa stuttered, making wild motions with his arms. "I was keeping Mikan company." He then wiped imaginary tears from the corners of his eyes. "I'm offended that you would think I would cause any harm toward my adorable godson."

Natsume opened his mouth to retort. His baby would not have a crazy, urchin haired godfather! That is, until Mikan lightly nudged Natsume's side, sending him a look that said, 'I'm pregnant, therefore I get whatever I want.' He snapped his mouth shut.

He had to marry a woman with worrisome tastes in godfathers.

Behind them, Tsubasa fistbumped into the air.

SS: So um, I'm not here. Nor did I write this fic. Because wow, three fics in one month? That's totally a record for me. haha